Eros. Enter EROS. They are beaten, sir; and our advantage serves For a fair victory. Scar. Let us score their backs, I will reward thee And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind: Ant. SCENE VIII. Alarum. I'll halt after. [Exeunt. Under the walls of Alexandria. Enter ANTONY, in a march; SACRUS, with others. Ant. We have beat him to his camp: run one before, And let the queen know of our gests. To morrow, Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood Enter the city, clip* your wives, your friends, tears *Embrace. Wash the congealment from your wounds, and ΙΟ kiss The honour'd gashes whole. [To Scarus] Give me thy hand; Enter CLEOPATRA, attended. To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts, Make her thanks bless thee. [To Cleo.] O thou day o' the world, Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing! Cleo. Lord of lords! O infinite virtue, comest thou smiling from Ant. My nightingale, We have beat them to their beds. though grey Do something mingle with our younger brown, yet ha' we A brain that nourishes our nerves, and can Behold this man; Commend unto his lips thy favouring hand: Cleo. Ant. He has deserved it, were it carbuncled 20 30 Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them: Had our great palace the capacity To camp this host, we all would sup together, together, Applauding our approach. *Tambourines. [Exeunt. 39 SCENE IX. Cæsar's camp. Sentinels at their post. First Sold. If we be not relieved within this hour, We must return to the court of guard: the night Is shiny; and they say we shall embattle By the second hour i' the morn. Sec. Sold. A shrewd one to 's. Eno. This last day was Enter ENOBARBUS. O, bear me witness, night,— Third Sold. What man is this? Sec. Sold. Eno. Stand close, and list him. Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon, When men revolted shall upon record Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did Before thy face repent! First Sold. Third Sold. Hark further. Enobarbus! Eno. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge* upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me: throw *Squeeze out. my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault; Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder, And finish all foul thoughts. O Antony, But let the world rank me in register O Antony! O Antony! Sec. Sold. To him. Let's speak 20 [Dies. First Sold. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cæsar. Third Sold. Let's do so. But he sleeps. First Sold. Swoons rather; for so bad a prayer as his Was never yet for sleep. Sec. Sold. Third Sold. Go we to him. Awake, sir, awake; speak to us. Sec. Sold. Hear you, sir? Third Sold. The hand of death hath raught* him. [Drums afar off.] Hark! the drums Demurely wake the sleepers. Let us bear him 31 To the court of guard; he is of note: our hour Is fully out. Third Sold. Come on, then; He may recover yet. *Reached. +Solemnly. [Exeunt with the body. SCENE X. Between the two camps. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS, with their Army. Ant. Their preparation is to-day by sea; We please them not by land. Scar. For both, my lord. Ant. I would they'ld fight i' the fire or i' the air; We'ld fight there too. But this it is; our foot Shall stay with us: order for sea is given; Where their appointment we may best discover, And look on their endeavour. [Exeunt. 9 SCENE XI. Another part of the same. Enter CESAR, and his Army. Cæs. But being charged, we will be still by land, Which, as I take't, we shall; for his best force Ant. [Exeunt. SCENE XII. Another part of the same. Enter ANTONY and SCARUS. Yet they are not join'd: where yond pine does stand, [Exit. Swallows have built I shall discover all; I'll bring thee word His fretted fortunes give him hope, and fear, Ant. [Alarum afar off, as at a sea-fight. Re-enter ANTONY. All is lost; ΤΟ This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me: My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart 21 O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more: Whose bosom was my crownet,* my chief end,— What, Eros, Eros! Enter CLEOPATRA. *Coronet. Ah, thou spell! Avaunt! 30 Cleo. Why is my lord enraged against his love? Ant. Vanish, or I shall give thee thy deserving, And blemish Cæsar's triumph. Let him take thee, And hoist thee up to the shouting plebeians: Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot Of all thy sex; most monster-like, be shown For poor'st diminutives, for doits; and let Patient Octavia plough thy visage up With her prepared nails. [Exit Cleopatra. 'Tis well thou'rt gone, If it be well to live; but better 'twere Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' the moon; 40 |